Open Post: Marketing

[futaille]

Now that things have managed to settle down after the havoc of this month's event from the mansion spirits, Grantaire has set his sights on a much more organic event. He did as promised and improved upon Enjolras' early attempt at a flier. It even passed Apollo's judgment and was printed. So now Grantaire is dutifully walking around the mansion with a stack of fliers to post them in whatever public areas he comes across, even venturing outside to hang them up in outbuildings, and enough were printed that there are plenty of extras to be handed out personally if anyone seems curious.

He's of course sure not everyone will come, but the more people do, the more it will seem right, as far as he's concerned, so he's perfectly willing to pitch the event to anyone who seems the least bit amenable to one. Apparently he can stay on task with proper motivation.

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[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji lifts his eyebrows, but makes no comment. He has no particular investment in kings and their right to power. In his own world, he tends to politely and entirely ignore the existence of the emperor. "I do not typically care for discussion conferences," he admits.

[futaille]

Grantaire wrinkles his nose for a moment. "Well, yes, I imagine. A discussion conference sounds dreadfully dull. I'm not sure I'd care for one either except in planning how disruptive I could be."

[lightbearinglord]

One side of Lan Wangji's mouth quirks, a little, for a sliver for a moment. He considers, as if there is anyone here who could possibly swoop down and object to his shameful lack of etiquette, before he says, "They are dull. Cultivators are not immune to their own self-importance."

[futaille]

"Oh yes, no thank you. Although it does kind of make me want to disrupt one even more." He shakes his head. "No, this is much less... formal? Just talking, really... or even just listening, although that's not exactly my normal part to play. About whatever people feel like talking about. And since not everyone would want to go on about the same thing, there can be multiple conversations at once. It's... I'll admit it's kind of chaos, but it's a wonderful kind of chaos."

[lightbearinglord]

Now, this opening is simply too obvious. Dryly, Lan Wangji says, "They do say that I go where the chaos is."

[futaille]

And Grantaire grins brightly. "Excellent. I can even try to make sure there's some extremely bland soup available."

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji narrows his eyes. He has been too indulgent and now Grantaire believes that he can push his luck, clearly. "This paper says comparison of home worlds and favorite foods, not mocking of others' favorite foods from their home worlds," he says, affecting cold irritation.

[futaille]

Grantaire cannot help himself, at least to start off with, as even apparent irritation does nothing to dull his cheer. "It also says anything else, in fairness, which is a somewhat broad roof that I'm pretty sure would include it. However, you're right, I should probably not drive people off before the meeting. Not that I have any intention of driving anyone off, you included."

[lightbearinglord]

Given that he is not actually irritated the way he once would have been, Lan Wangji relents quickly enough. He folds the flier crisply and stows it in one of his voluminous sleeves. "I may attend," he advises Grantaire, "but I am unlikely to participate in discussion."

[futaille]

And Grantaire brightens, despite the fact that he was really at no point subdued. "Wonderful. It will be lovely to have you, whether or not you say a word. And you don't have to stay if it ends up you just don't like it, but I'll be looking forward to seeing you if you do decide to come."

[lightbearinglord]

It would truly be difficult to remain too unmoved in the face of such earnestness. Lan Wangji's face softens a little more, and he nods. He does, truthfully, enjoy sitting quietly as other people talk, as long as those people are not talking about nothing but their own great feats or their plans for obtaining further wealth. "Thank you."

[futaille]

He shrugs. "It's nothing. I'll see you there. Possibly." He grins and continues on his way to distribute more.